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jawnbcI'm working on a farewell task for me job: a report that considers possible new offerings for doctoral study here at The University. It's kind of fun, makes me think (which is good), but I'm not hopeful that my recommendations will be followed. As ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
querrelle can attest, strategic planning isn't a hallmark of the place.
I turned yellow this weekend. No, really. When I went to the doctor a months ago my liver enzymes were elevated, as were my triglycerides and cholesterol (7 it turns out, not 12). So I changed my already not entirely hideous diet and went on a low dose of Lipitor™. Which can affect liver performance. So I felt queasy and weren't purdy, and it's time for a follow-up of the blood work anyway. The Doctor is a charming fellow who likes to talk culture; all well and good but I do need to get to work--I can't bill the government for these conversations. Should have results Monday or Tuesday. Today, however, will still be my one day to each McDonalds--and to see my girlfriend! Sshhh...
Is it really Canada Day in just over a week? Wow, that's 3 of them in Australia. Canada kicks ass!
When I was an adolescent I could auto-fellate. And we're not talking licks, we're talking full-on mouthful. Was kind of kewl until I found out that others could do it for me...often better and I could just sit back and relax. Now I can't touch my ankles.querrelle, now he's flexible. Excellent for his health but otherwise quite the waste.
40 years ago I was crawling around the living room, periodically tortured by Mike and Tommy, and I followed Ma around everywhere. Stuck to her like a sock full of static cling. I am 1
30 years ago I was at the breaking point. Nothing I did seemed good enough for him, and the my one saving grace--school--was slipping through my fingers. I began to be mouthy in class and I capitulated on "just say no" and discovered drinking and smoking dope. At the start of the year I wouldn't wear jeans; at the end I wouldn't wear anything but jeans and my The Who concert t-shirt. I am 11
20 Years ago I didn't come home. From university. I decided to stay up at university college and make up some classes--otherwise I wouldn't graduate on time. I moved off campus with a couple of gal pals (Tina and Swamp...ok Marcia. But we called her Swamp...as in marsh...get it), went to class, worked on campus and at a bar, had sex with the occasional townie, and pretty much revelled in the non-presence of my family. Was stoned a lot of the time too. It was grand. I am 21
10 years ago I was an adult educator (teaching vocational skills, tourism to be precise), enjoying my time in Vancouver as Bachelorette #1, doing some volunteerism and a lot of remedial spiritual work. Anyone who's had a hard time with spiritual or emotional issues I heartily recommend a decampment to Vancouver in the summer: long warm days, incredible beauty, an irresistible urge to be out and about. Have a latte, strap on some 'blades. Or just loaf on the beach. Wow another incredibly sunset! I am 31
5 years ago I had just finished year one of my PhD. I was teaching, working as a tech support, going to some conferences, and finding that i could be both a bristly intellectual and a compassionate warm person: I did not have to choose. It was also shockingly isolating, but it was, as my pal Dr. Dyke always told me, one of the best lives a person could ask for. I am 36
And you? Tell me what you've been up to these last decades?
querrelle can attest, strategic planning isn't a hallmark of the place.I turned yellow this weekend. No, really. When I went to the doctor a months ago my liver enzymes were elevated, as were my triglycerides and cholesterol (7 it turns out, not 12). So I changed my already not entirely hideous diet and went on a low dose of Lipitor™. Which can affect liver performance. So I felt queasy and weren't purdy, and it's time for a follow-up of the blood work anyway. The Doctor is a charming fellow who likes to talk culture; all well and good but I do need to get to work--I can't bill the government for these conversations. Should have results Monday or Tuesday. Today, however, will still be my one day to each McDonalds--and to see my girlfriend! Sshhh...
Is it really Canada Day in just over a week? Wow, that's 3 of them in Australia. Canada kicks ass!
When I was an adolescent I could auto-fellate. And we're not talking licks, we're talking full-on mouthful. Was kind of kewl until I found out that others could do it for me...often better and I could just sit back and relax. Now I can't touch my ankles.
querrelle, now he's flexible. Excellent for his health but otherwise quite the waste.40 years ago I was crawling around the living room, periodically tortured by Mike and Tommy, and I followed Ma around everywhere. Stuck to her like a sock full of static cling. I am 1
30 years ago I was at the breaking point. Nothing I did seemed good enough for him, and the my one saving grace--school--was slipping through my fingers. I began to be mouthy in class and I capitulated on "just say no" and discovered drinking and smoking dope. At the start of the year I wouldn't wear jeans; at the end I wouldn't wear anything but jeans and my The Who concert t-shirt. I am 11
20 Years ago I didn't come home. From university. I decided to stay up at
10 years ago I was an adult educator (teaching vocational skills, tourism to be precise), enjoying my time in Vancouver as Bachelorette #1, doing some volunteerism and a lot of remedial spiritual work. Anyone who's had a hard time with spiritual or emotional issues I heartily recommend a decampment to Vancouver in the summer: long warm days, incredible beauty, an irresistible urge to be out and about. Have a latte, strap on some 'blades. Or just loaf on the beach. Wow another incredibly sunset! I am 31
5 years ago I had just finished year one of my PhD. I was teaching, working as a tech support, going to some conferences, and finding that i could be both a bristly intellectual and a compassionate warm person: I did not have to choose. It was also shockingly isolating, but it was, as my pal Dr. Dyke always told me, one of the best lives a person could ask for. I am 36
And you? Tell me what you've been up to these last decades?
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Date: 2005-06-22 10:42 am (UTC)20 years ago I was in kindy. I had a young brother who was about a year old, and another brother due to be boon in five months time. My parents and I were living in a tiny terrace house in the centre of Carlton, Melbourne. We went for walks in the local cemetery (the largest green space) and the backyard was paved and had no trees or plants. The house had a spiral staircase up to a tiny loft, where my parents kept their turntable and a few bean bags. My favourite pastime was sneaking up there, when I could negotiate the stairs, and listening to the music. We were about to move to Brisbane so my dad could take up a better job so we wouldn't be below the poverty line any more. I was three.
10 years ago, I was in the ninth grade. I was deeply and severely depressed. I thought about killing myself every day. I knew that I was queer but wasn't sure quite what to do about it - my efforts at contacting the queer community had lead to rejection on account of my age (people were afraid of "recruiting" minors). My main pastimes were reading and music. I was thirteen.
5 years ago, I was studying my undergraduate degree. I was still depressed as I had been dumped by my first attempt at a relationship. I had discovered the queer department at the uni and also student politics. My other main pastime was still music - state youth orchestra and choir. I was feeling out the concept of coming out as trans. I was 18.
Geesh. My life sounds so short and inconsequential...
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Date: 2005-06-23 12:47 am (UTC)And you've already got more brains and heart than most folks. Be prepared to shine.